Posted November 22, 200915 yr ...when I was nine. Constructive criticism is welcomed, because I don't honestly care, and I had bad taste in poetry back then anyway! I got up one morning, Got up from my bed, Got up from my pillow, Lifted my head. Went downstairs, got a plate, Looked at my watch and saw I was late. Got on my bike, headed for school, The doors were locked, And that's not cool. 0_0 Now bask in the rays of epicness!
November 22, 200915 yr it sounds like a day in life by the beatles and it is better than anything i can write
...when I was nine.
Constructive criticism is welcomed, because I don't honestly care, and I had bad taste in poetry back then anyway!
I got up one morning,
Got up from my bed,
Got up from my pillow,
Lifted my head.
Went downstairs, got a plate,
Looked at my watch and saw I was late.
Got on my bike, headed for school,
The doors were locked,
And that's not cool.
0_0Now bask in the rays of epicness!